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  1. Public Bookmark 23

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    Tournament season brings Ser Duncan the Tall to Bitterbridge and to a household where a young widow is dying of boredom. Soon enough, simply looking at one another proves insufficient.

    When they draw near, you mount carefully so as not to wake the nephew. “You are rather young—” you say to Ser Duncan’s squire, and see him brace at once for insult, “—to be so thoroughly cursed with baldness.”
    His mouth quirks. He lets out a breath. In the voice of a child who has more wit in that bald head than is entirely proper, he says, “You are rather grown to be losing children.”
    “Egg,” Duncan hisses. “Beg pardon, m’lady. He ought not say such things.”
    “No harm done.” You lift a hand once to stay him. Then, to the boy: “‘Tis not my child that got lost. I have none.”
    “And why is that?”
    “Seven hells, Egg—” Duncan mutters, reddening under the dirt.

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    31 Mar 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 40

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    “Just… don’t have much experience,” Dunk admits, “Any, really. You know that.”

    A long-held sigh released, “Ahh, probably make even more a fool of myself.”

    Something glimmers like a jewel, hope perhaps, and you’re snatching it without thinking.

    “I could show you.”

    (or - when Dunk laments over his shortcomings, you’re happy to help him out)

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    30 Mar 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 43

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    Duncan suffers from a severe case of down-bad for his new neighbour. When she clearly needs help getting furniture carried and assembled, he does what he must—helps.

    “Yeah.” He gives a small nod. “So. Saturday.”
    “Saturday,” you echo.
    “Deadly.” The word slips out on its own. Duncan feels his ears burn. “I mean—good. Grand. I’ll see you then.”

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    28 Mar 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 19

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    Attending the Ashford tourney on behalf of House Baratheon with your brother, the celebrations take an unexpected turn: beginning with his rise as champion, and leading you from the lists into the woods, where you are met with a giant.

    an episode-by-episode rewrite fic of the AKOTSK feat. baratheon!reader
    Ser Duncan the Tall x Baratheon!reader fic (slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers) with delightful sibling!Lyonel & Baratheon!reader

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    24 Mar 2026

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    Wounded in battle he doesn't know if he won or lost, Duncan stumbles into what he thinks is his final resting place. There, a siren finds him, and she decides to spare him and keep him.

    He tries to wet his lips and cannot. “Beg pardon,” he murmurs, for courtesy’s sake if nothing else. “I never thought death would have so fair a face.”

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    24 Mar 2026